.. some others I could name... Jennifer doesn't want to do it with a boy. But she isn't as finicky about being hugged and cuddled." I don't know about...kissing, either," Jennifer said softly."I told her you were cool," JR went on. "And unless it was something she wanted, you'd never even try to get more friendly than Jennifer wanted." That's true," I told them. "I might want to, but I wouldn't."JR smiled, and Jennifer nodded. "So, you're going to understand that Jennifer and I are off to take. "You okay?" Steve asked."Yeah," I said as I leaned against the counter. "You ever see him before?" No," Steve said as he got up and looked out the window. "He's gone, though," Steve said as he turned back around.I knew that song he was humming. I had heard it before, and it was bothering me. I started to clean up the bar as the other girls cleaned up the tables.Steve put on some music to ease the tension, and I slowly forgot about the stranger. I went to the back to get some of the cleaning. She moaned in pain as her body rebelled.“Please Daddy, make it stop,” she pleaded. She screamed as her shirt began to rip on her chest. It was stretched to the breaking point across her now DD tits. “Daddy, it hurts!”“Then push Susan. Rip through your clothes. Push!”“Aaaaggghhh!” she screamed as she pushed out. Her tits swelling visibly as they ripped through her shirt, milk flowing down the huge round mounds. She fell to her knees, panting and crying. Watching her transformation, Tom was as. That party was going on while we were changing over."Hillary after her stiff drink said, "I see that after the gerbil race,where Bill, Al, and your Husband had a beauty contest. Dick acted as the MC and the strippers and hookers were the judges. Damm it Bill. Where didyou buy that gown and who made it?" Hillary said the last part mixed withenvy and anger."Laura asked with a laugh, "What is the matter?"Hillary even laughed as she responded, "He looks better in that gown thanmost women.